If I could give you three things
I would give you these
Song and laughter and a wooden home
In the shining seas

When you see old Isle au Haut
Rising in the dawn
You will play in yellow fields
In the morning sun

Sleep where the moon is warm
And the moon is high
Give sadness to the stars
Sorrow to the sea

When you see old Isle au Haut
Rising in the dawn
You will play in yellow fields
In the morning sun

Do you hear what the sails are saying
In the wind's dark song?
Give sadness to the wind
Blown alee and gone

When you see old Isle au Haut
Rising in the dawn
You will play in yellow fields
In the morning sun

Sleep now, the moon is high
And the wind blows cold
For you are sad and young
And the sea is old

When you see old Isle au Haut
Rising in the dawn
You will play in yellow fields
In the morning sun

If I could give you three things
I would give you these
Song and laughter and a wooden home
In the shining sea

When you see old Isle au Haut
Rising in the dawn
You will play in yellow fields
In the morning sun